Glancing through the ink stained pages, having mere split seconds to register maximum information to capture the gist of the whole and thus responding to it. Sweat filled my palms and the temperatures dipped as sophisticated diagrams was endowed. I wondered, if this, was really a math paper. It could’ve passed of as an art paper.
Placing back the cover aligning the paper back to it’s origin, my mind swirled with massive thoughts. The table cluttered with stationary and sheets of paper, the small desk seem inadequate for it’s purpose. However, the clock still ticked while random thoughts-both ridiculous and insightful filled. It began, finally.
Scawling the same old scribbles that spelled my name, it seems that my fingers have also turned disobedient to my call. Numb from the cold, sourced from both nervousness and the air condtioner.
Each question, attempted with such cautiousness, I didn’t want any ridiculous mistakes. Gobbling down liquid that suspressed the uneasiness. With each question, I laboured, with one common thought.
I prayed, for every page that I turned. The boring old ang mohs have finally realised repetiveness is annoying yet their realization was at our cost.
Yet this time, as always, I entered in to the same common hall, yet with different mindset from the past four years. Nope, it wasn’t, “this is it, it boils down to this”; I had always thought that way for every exam. But it was unexplained.
Each question, I attempted, hoping so much that I had the power to inform you of my findings. Each question I prayed not that I would be able to overcome it, but prayed that you would. This strange, hope, was fuel, and I’m uncertain about the details yet I’m certain that it is a fire, worth keeping.
Do your best(: